Ever since Mitsuri became a demon slayer, she didn't care about what others thought of her.

Her immense strength, multicolored hair, and bottomless appetite made some people find her odd and downright repulsive; one man even canceled their engagement with her due to these traits.

But it's what made her who she is, and she will not change that, not anymore.

She sat on a bench in some local park, a red parasol shielding her from the sun. Excitedly, she unpacked the sticky delicacies.

I can't wait! She thought before plopping a whole piece in her mouth. "Mmm...! So good~!" She was in ecstasy, Nirvana even, as if this was her first time eating her favorite rice cake.